Nah, it isn't really. It's the fourteenth, but it's the one hundred thirteenth post of my blog. It feels like Friday the 13th here. We've already had a lizard slaughter this morning. Guess who did the deed? If you guessed Dash, you would be correct. My granddaughter had discovered a tiny baby which we rescued. We missed this one, unfortunately. Dash found him and was planning on eating him before my granddaughter intervened. I'm not opposed to animals eating raw but lizards are on the "no" list. They can carry liver flukes and a friend's cat got very sick from eating them. So, no lizards on the menu.
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| I know there's a lizard in here somewhere! |
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| Mom said I can't eat lizards but she never said anything about not eating you! |
Rooney is giving my granddaughter fits over a toy. My grand got a stuffed white tiger yesterday. It's beautiful. (I also heard all about the one remaining White Rhino in the world, which brought out angry commentary from both of the kids. My junior animal activists!) Rooney is sure any stuffed animal in this house automatically belongs to her. To claim it, she slobbers on it. This is not acceptable to my granddaughter. We had a whole thing last night trying to get it back to unslobbered-on condition. Well, I guess Rooney found it again on the bedroom floor. To a Bullmastiff, anything found on the floor is theirs. White tiger had to get another makeover.
Trying to write with kids and animals all running amok is not for the feint of heart. In between rescuing lizards, cleaning stuffed animals, fetching an assortment of edibles, solving various problems and trying valiantly to tune out Scooby Doo (why are kids' shows so obnoxiously loud??) - oh, and extracting cat hair from my coffee using the arm of my glasses because I'm too fried to get up to get a spoon - I have no idea what I'm writing about.
Speaking of eyewear, I just grabbed my sunglasses instead of my real glasses to better see something my granddaughter was pointing out and only realized my mistake when everything got dark and I still couldn't see. That got a laugh at least. Last night I got out of bed three times to set the dishwasher and each time forgot what I was doing by the time I got to the kitchen, and ended up doing something else instead. The kids thought it was funny based on the giggles I heard coming from under the covers.
Where was I? Oh, yes, writing something marginally interesting. I'm gonna have to try for tomorrow because, you all know what happens when you turn your back on kids - of any species!
Don't get me wrong, I love having them here. But, just like the alternate universe I've created with the animals, pretty much anyone in my purview turns me into their personal handmaiden. This is why, when my kids were little I could only handle the two of them plus one pet at a time. Well, that and a full time job, cooking, cleaning, PTA meetings, grocery shopping, laundry, homework...
My granddaughter took these pictures and I think they're really good. Enjoy!
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| Jack |
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| Rooney - pouting because she can't keep the tiger |
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| Chance |
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| Eli |
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| Finn |
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| Fancy |
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| Dash |
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| Roxy |
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| Petey enjoying a cookie |
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